Page 63 of While You Sleep

I pressed my hand to his chest, and he backed up into the bedroom. I kept advancing until we reached the bed, then gave him another shove. He got the hint and fell back, lying on the bed, watching me with hooded eyes.

“You gonna ride me, pet?”

We hadn’t done that yet, and that’s exactly what I planned to do. “Yes.” My thighs were slick. I was desperate to feel him inside me, but I took my time admiring him. His body was utter perfection. “You’re beautiful,” I said, unable to hold it in. “Every inch of you.”

The cocky grin slipped from his face.

“You were honest with me yesterday. You don’t hide things from me, and I want to give you that as well.” I let my gaze move over him.

“Yeah? And what do you see, Sophia, when you look at me?” His words were a low rumble, and his stomach muscles tightened as if he were bracing for a hit.

Despite the things I’d done and said, he was still expecting me to say a monster, killer, to strike out at him in some way, but I saw more than that now, so much more. “Your hands are big and strong. I know what they’re capable of, what they’ve done, but it doesn’t matter, I don’t care, because I crave the feel of them on me all the time.” I crawled into the bed, straddling his thighs. His chest was heaving. “I should be scared of you, but I’m not, not anymore. You stalked me, you broke into my apartment and watched me sleep, you forced me to be your wife.” His gaze darkened. “I should be plotting my escape, but instead I lie awake, listening for you to get home, achy and desperate for you to touch me again with those rough hands that can be brutal and violent, but I know they never will be toward me.” I took his painfully hard cock in my hands and stroked. “I feel safer here with you than I ever have in my entire life.”

“Sophia,” he growled.

“I don’t want a lie, Cillian. I don’t want Dean. I want you.”

His fingers dug into my flesh, every muscle going hard beneath me.

He was on the verge of snapping, and I wanted it, I wanted to push him over the edge. “I love this cock,” I whispered. “It’s so long and thick and fills me so good. I’m glad you’re the first man I let fuck me—”

“The only man,” he all but snarled. “I’m the only man who will ever know what it feels like to be inside your perfect, tight little cunt, Sophia. Say it.”

“You’re the only man,” I said and stroked him again. Maybe this was wrong, I was wrong, for wanting this, for wanting him, but I did. He was all I wanted.

He was breathing so hard now, his chest and stomach, his thighs rock solid. I slid my body higher and rocked my hips, dragging my pussy up his hard length, then back, but not taking him inside, teasing him even more.

“Sophia,” he growled again.

“What?” I chewed my lip and ground my wetness against the underside of his cock. “Don’t you like it?”

There wasn’t just thunder in his eyes now, he was on the verge of devouring me. “Fuck me, pet,” he snarled.

“No,” I said, playing with the monster.

Why are you testing him?

Because I was falling in love with him, despite all the reasons I shouldn’t, and I needed to know that part of him up close and personal. I need him to show the monster to me.

He gripped my hips and tried to lift me so he could thrust inside. I shoved back and shook my head.

“Let me in, Sophia.”

“Not yet.”

His eyes went bright, gleeful menace transforming his features. Somehow, he’d worked out what I was doing. Now I was the one panting in anticipation, while nerves flew wildly around in my belly.

I slid my pussy along his cock, rolling my hips, then back one more time.

Cillian shot up, hooked me under the arms, and stood. I shrieked in surprise. In two strides he had my back to the wall, manhandling me like a doll. He hooked his arms behind my knees, so I was almost folded in half, my legs spread wide, then he impaled me on his cock, slamming up inside me.

A scream burst from me.

He nipped my jaw. “You want me to lose control, you got it.” He slammed his hips forward. “You wanted an introduction to the monster in this fucked-up fairy tale, sleeping beauty? Well, here he is.”

He’d seen right through me.

He pinned me more firmly to the wall and fucked me with more force, his cock, hard steel, filling me over and over again. “I will never hurt you, Sophia, no matter how hard you push me. From the moment I laid eyes on you, you were mine.” He took my face in his hand, not letting me look away, his eyes boring into mine. “You are the only thing in this world I will die to protect, do you understand?” He pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in, jarring my body.

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